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private: hey guys whats up
kowalski: nothing much you have any nines
rico: nuh go fish (eats fish)
skipper: private we got a letter in the mail for you
private: really skippah (grabs letter)
dear private
i am coming for a visit today you may not remember me cause you were just a baby boy bu be on your best behavior before i get there
love melody (mom)
private: my mothers coming for ah visit todah
(ding)
private: mom (hugs mom)

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Off the Shelf
A Penguins of Madagascar fanfic
Chapter 1: "Operation: No More Foolish Risks"

It was a typical morning at the Central Park Zoo. The birds in the air were singing; their flightless cousins below were smiling and waving. Julien was kicking Mort off his feet; Alice had her feet on her desk. Mason and Phil were playing chess. Leonard was asleep. Marlene was out of her habitat and running toward the Zoovenir shop.

"Well, that's unusual," Private said as he saw Marlene duck behind a garbage can. She was about...

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Heyllo, fanguins. Listen, I've been thinking a bit. I know a good amount of us have moved on beyond being fanguins (definitely have myself onto the youtube fandom), yet we still haven't forgotten that being fanguins was our thing. I was thinking, if some are still able to on youtube, maybe we can all make our own fanguin related videos to put in a big playlist to show that we are still here, maybe kinda like a digital time capsule sort of thing. Since the Penguinfest thing crumbled before it could even begin, this could be like a way for us to still reconnect. So, what do you guys think if you...

Note: Hey, guys! Bet you all thought I forgot about this. College life has been off to a stressful start, so I've been neglecting my writing to deal with it. Nonetheless, I will continue to update as I can. This semester has been a lot easier so far so I'll do my best. I posted it to FanFiction but I forgot to post it here. If you're reading this I hope you enjoy it.

Skipper paced back and forth just outside Marlene’s habitat. It was Friday, at almost eight o’clock at night. He promised he would tell her what had really happened that day Blowhole had used his Serum on her, but he didn’t really realize what exactly he’d have to put into words. No matter how he arranged the confession in his mind, he couldn’t figure out how to say it without things getting too awkward. More importantly, he couldn’t figure out how to say it.

oh wow- i can't believe this is still up! omg it's been years and I was 12 when I joined this fandom and now I'm 19 wth. I really missed this community, you guys were great fun and the stories were amazing!
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